Thursday, April 25, 2019


I would like to announce a Thingdom at last with Mr. Bob Holman; yeah this blogger Forker Gryle, now age 64  at last has something official with a man I have loved for a number of years.

We have known each other more than 30 years. We go a long way back!

Will say more from Time to time, right nw, this 64-year-old woman is riding high


Monday, May 7, 2018


I am now happily 64, survivor of much, and finally in love! --yes, the love I was looking for all my life. is finally mine.

I was married for forty years to an infertile man I met when I was a teenager after being raped by a deacon in my mother's church, and becoming

pregnant from that rape when I was 15, having an abortion as I did not want to be a teenager with a baby.  And I waited and I waited, and finally after my divorce, a man I had known for many years approached and I had the  best experience possible to have from physical closeness.  And I love this man with all my heart.  Love is worth waiting for indeed.

Me and my Thing in Chicago on a bridege

I also had a son, now 26 years old, thanks to the generosity of a sperm donor  in Cambridge , Massachusetts.  As my ex-spouse was infertile and also mean.  My son has a verified genius level IQ and is a member of Mensa, the High IQ society ; in fact,, he became a member when he was four years old.

The best o f life is just no happening when I am nearly a senior citizen, age 64, and survivor of the rupture of a cranial aneurysm  that I like to  think of as the blossoming of a stunning pink flower in my head, a rupture that had to happen in order for me and my Thing to get together. Although we were already friends, he waited until after I was divorced to approach me differently, and I love him just for that, but so much more than that.    Our first date was a Dream Date in Chicago, and this is what I wore on the flight (based on soemthign my exspoude said. 

my "Dream Baby" dress. what my Thing calls me
The dress I wore on my last date  in Chicago with him.  We ate at Vermillion Indian Latin Cuisine. in facet my very first Kiss with this man in the back seat of a taxi, was so exceptional, so throughly  transforming, it was as if I had never been kissed before in my life, so I had to write my Dream Date weekend, a book called,"New Kiss Horizon"

Can my Thing ever kiss!

How I looked recently, a multiracial woman who has never added into my hair.  who has never  used a relaxer or extensions.  I haven't had to, thank you.  And please be thankful  for whatever you've got.  fo! s long as you are alive there is a chance! 

How I looked recently . this year.

 Life is good indeed! No matter your age.  Just make it  a good life, and believe!

Sunday, August 20, 2017

I Want to Be

A terrible question often asked of people, children in particular, when they are far too young to answer given inexperience,

Those who ask are often seeking an answer that is an occupation or career:

"I Want to Be" a nurse.

"I Want to Be" a doctor

"I Want to be" a pilot.


What about states of being? --that is what comes to my mind, not a career.  I am more of a dreamer like "Olivia Pig"

"I Want to Be" a good person

"I Want to Be" compassionate

"I Want to Be" giving

"I Want to Be" honest

"I Want to Be" loving

"I Want to Be" forgiving.

When I was an instructor at Phillips Academy, my son was bombarded with this question.  He was only a toddler, and could not then answer effectively, according to responses expected by the asker. so I immediately wrote this book , that Jerry Pinkney, the illustrator reads on YouTube:

Tuesday, July 4, 2017


(Here is what I filmed upon my return to Detroit Metro Airport:

in Mexico City!

What a wonderful time I had!

I read the poem, "If You see Something, Say Something", a collaboration written with a poetry friend of mine, his poem appeared first:

then came my poem of the same title, a collaboration published by The Fiddlehead of Canada (as follows:

--in response to: "If you See something, Say something"

                                        --Thomas Robert Higginson


"If you See something, Say Something


white shadow
crescent moon

Wax (ing)

Wax banana
Wax grapes, apples

in bowls
On my mother's dining room table


kitchen sink

I see this also

my father washing dishes
scalding water

his skin

down the drain

plates clean, heavenly,
full of banana water spots

we eat the shadows.

two of which
are my father's

diseased lungs

yet I float on clouds

into such a clean, pure kingdom
that nothing else matters

just a banana which I eat the moment I arrive.


in suds.

copyright © 2016 by Thylias Moss. Published by arrangement with the author.  All rights reserved., initially published in "The Fidddlehead of Canada, a fine journal 

There is not a finer poet with whom to collaborate.  I am indebted to him for this poem, and always will be.

A photo of my father, the one my poem is about.  He died in 1980, before I had even published a book, (now I have thirteen, including a romance novel: New Kiss Horizon.  He never met his only biological grandchild, my son, who will be 26 this month.

                          mi padre.  

He was called, Mole (after the Mexican Sauce -moh-lay)

Friday, November 20, 2015

REMEMBERING TO FORGIVE! and thanks to Sperm Donor #513

A day to share with others, no matter what, and a day, like all days to be sure that all are forgiven!  That's what today is for me! -- as 2014 draws to a close, and as 2015 draws near closure I want all who have ever crossed my path to know that they are forgiven!  --Anything that has ever been done to me, for whatever reason: all is forgiven! because "language matters" --language of what we say, don't say! --language of how we hurt, heal, soothe; language of how we touch, how we interact, how we believe, how we praise, how we denounce, how we live, blame, 

--I don't want this day, this moment this season to end without my spreading forgiveness to all! --including (and especially Charles Jones: a reason for my spiraling): I  forgive him for being the first man to get me pregnant without my permission, without my consent; I forgive him for all of that; I forgive his brother Gregory, for introducing me to Charles, his older brother; I forgive them all.  I forgive Blondell; I forgive Everest Tucker, I forgive Michelle who I hope will have a good life without me. I will no longer pretend to be her mother, she has a living mother.  I forgive Dennis, a son  who I hope will also forgive me, no matter how or why he became a son, first baby I got to  raise as my own; my ex-spouse felt adoption would be "fair", neither one of us related; but I do point out that he was related to his niece, and that was a disastrous period of my life. I still wanted  to have a baby of my own, and I could, still wanted to experience pregnancy, and I did; thanks to a generous sperm donor.

Though he is nameless, I thank him so much for what he did, Donor 513, via Fairfax Cryobank: thank you very much.  If my son has siblings, they are all through you. All I know is that he sis Bangladeshi, and free of AIDS, all my ex-husband said to me, "Didn't I consider AIDS?"   This is my gratitude right here.  Though you don't know him, the son I had through you is marvelous in every way.. Perhaps someday you will meet.  He was born in the summer of 1991... I became pregnant in 1990 through Boston IVF, in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

                                                       first photo of my son

                                       Thylias enjoying the last weeks of pregnancy,
                                         North Andover, Massachusetts, 1991
My ex-spouse forbade me from pursuing this unique pleasure, sought to deny me the opportunity to be pregnant because he couldn't accept his own infertility.  He must come to terms with whatever life brings.  I do not chose to have MS, but have accepted it....My physiological functioning is miraculous to be sure.  I survived an aneurysm rupture which also led to dissolution of the marriage, and while as a single woman, I haven't always made the best choices, I still like being single for the first time as an adult. Love will happen; I am not worried about that.

My ex-spouse couldn't deal with his own infertility, and took it out on me.  I forgive LT Randle, I forgive Dothlyn Smith, (for intruding into my  marriage), I forgive my ex-spouse who permitted , who wanted the intrusion of Ms. Smith into the marriage, and who lied that he ever fathered any pregnancies of mine --he fathered none.  I speak only the truth. --sorry if I didn't mention you by name --but you are in fact forgiven!

--Without becoming a doormat, I still forgive so many, all --and I hold no grudge; All are absolved
--I carry into 2015 none of what has happened to me  during my 60 years...

I am living a new life now, full of the challenges and unknowns of any life.  Mine is no different. This will be the last time that I need mention any of this.  Chapter is closed.  I will not be writing a memooir about being married.  I was much too young, a teenager.  and it's over now...
                                 New chapter in progress...

Girls, please try to avoid my mistakes.  On this day in the fall of 2015, I am 61, and here to tell you that there is joy beyond youth.

                                          Thylias now, age 61, the glow of joy beyond youth.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Jerry Pinkney Reads I Want to Be

My book, "I Want to Be" by Thylias Moss, illustrated by Jerry Pinkney